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He got back home late. So much later than he wanted. The keys dangled in his hands as he unlocked the door, twisting the knob as he opened it. He glanced at the nearest clock and read the time; 1:30am. Jesus, why did he agree to do a night shift? He scoffed at the thought, shaking his head as he slammed the door, which, he didn't mean too. But who cares, hes tired. He walked towards the living room, taking his jacket and bag off, setting them on the nearest thing to him. He raised his arms above his head, stretching his worn and tired body. He grunted as he felt a few cracks in his back, letting his arms fall back down. Something was off. The house was far too quiet for comfort, where was that damn kid at? Normally, they're up by this time, with the way that they're always going on and on about how they have a new project and such. But no, it was silent. He looked down the hall, seeing that the door was wide open. Strange, their door is always closed. He had a bad feeling about this, he could feel it in his gut. He slowly made his way to the kid's room, unsure of what awaits him.
Oh how he was right. Horror filed his eyes as he stared at the scene upon him. It was a massacre in here, blood all on the walls and the floor, staining the greyish black carpet. He saw the body in front of him. Margo's. Someone had murdered him. And he knows just who. Honestly, his body was beyond identifying. All four of his ears were chopped off, god knows where they were. One of his eyes were out of the socket, the other full of blood. His tail was chopped and missing as well, his stomach was torn open, with his organs out and about. And so much more was going on, but it was all too goresome to even look at for a slight second. Flies were all around his body; When did this happen? How long has his body been like this here, rotting and decaying away? He shouldn't have done the night shift.
Margo was all he had after the same person murdered his family. His younger siblings? Dead by her hands. The kind family who took him in when he was only a young teenager? Dead by her hands. And now hes dead too. It was all he had left in this cruel world, and now it's gone.
And now he's gone, too.